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​​​​Touch of Wymsy​

I have find that art is like giving birth. It all starts with a little flirting with an idea just flitting around in my head. Then I see something that creates the I WANT feeling. Before I know it, I have a germ of an idea and it begins to gestate inside my head. The seed is planted.

I pick up a little clay, roll it around and soon something is sticking out on the artist’s stand. The more I put myself into my art, the more life force/energy is drained into it. The frustrations, the nights staying awake thinking, the planning of what/who will it look like; they all go into it’s creation. I at least didn’t have to worry about morning sickness this time around.

Then there comes an opportunity to enhance the creation. Someone else also wants to be a part of this birthing process and allowed me to carry her energy as well by including a second head to sculpt. So now I am having TWINS…

Yes, my little Sprites have turned into soul twins. For without the one I couldn’t have seen the other. One little Sprite had all my emotions (a loving grandmother can tend to be a little bias) and as such, what I thought I might have been seeing was actually blinding me because of my emotions. Art can be very therapeutic for expressing emotions and mine do come to the surface when I am immersed in my project.

The other Sprite challenged me to see with my eyes un-blinded by emotions since I didn’t know anything about her. As both Sprites didn’t have their character formed yet all I had to go by was the joy I could see in their eyes. I have now spent months going over and over and over each of their faces to finally discover things I have been looking for many years. I found interesting seeing where one little Sprite has eyes similar to my mother’s especially since we weren’t related. My little Sprite, I wanted to capture her magic through what I felt my emotions were revealing were important to her personality to only have that Essence disappear the more I tried to hold on to it.

Their magic, their whimsy and their zest for life were all part of their Essence. So in spite of my swollen feet from standing longer than I should, the cramped hands for working the clay for hours, and the crossed eyes from staring at them too long, they finally developed their own personalities.

Finally, I was to the Craving part (wishing it was done). They should have been (don’t know why they were taking so long) and then, just like that, the labor pains started. A piece of clay here, a twist there and suddenly they were coming to life. I found out that in capturing the Essence I wanted to make them REAL. Sometimes focusing too much on the Reality makes the Essence disappear. It is a fine balance between Essence and Reality which allows the Magic to be able to breach this dimension. It was like a burst of energy coming forth. I now had the extra energy to go the distance and the nesting urge began to set in. Clean the house, make room for the little creatures... take that first long breath. It is now going to HAPPEN!

I had captured their reality. Now was the time to add that final element of magic by adding their ears... PRESTO CHANGO... my little Sprites were born!

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Welcome to my blog. This is where I will reveal the magic of my Fae and their stories and share with you some of the success and pitfalls through the journey of doll making, sculpting, and other crafts that all come back to my dolls in many ways.

May you find some small treasure that will enhance your world...welcome to mine.